A Day in the Life of a Sociopath
Lying in bed, feeling doggone tired after working an overnight shift as the only security guard for a grocery store, I feel dead. It’s eight thirty on a Monday morning and I just got off the number nine bus from Hurdman Station. It stops right across the street from my apartment in Vanier, Ontario. A ten minute bus ride which I endured, half-asleep, sitting among the throngs of government workers. Well-dressed, sipping coffee and reading the Ottawa Sun newspaper, that’s a Canadian Capital...